Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, just can't fall asleep...

Qing Huan sat up from the bed, scratching her hair irritably.

He picked up his phone and checked, the time was 11:[-].

'At ten o'clock in the evening, meet at the gate of the Governor's Mansion. '

You two worry-free brats.

Qing Huan put on her clothes and shoes, stuffed the flashlight into her backpack, carried her bag on her back, and went downstairs. When she passed the lotus petal orchid, she touched its unfurled flower branches, said "Go to sleep" and went downstairs. After he left the door, the petals of the lotus petal orchid trembled, and then slowly formed a full bud.

At this point in time, Yicheng is still full of cars, but there are very few pedestrians except in the main city.Qing Huan took the night bus and got off at Xinglong Street. At a glance, the street lights on Xinglong Street seemed to be much darker than other streets, and there were no people on the street—this street is an old street, the most famous building It is the former site of Tang's Governor's Mansion, which occupies almost a street.

Standing in front of the gate of the Governor's Mansion, the door was tightly closed—how did those two boys get in?

Qing Huan walked to the door and tried to push the door, but the door was pushed open—so easily, as if it was just waiting for someone to push it open.

With a sound of "Yiya", Qing Huan paused, stepped over the threshold and walked in.

A gust of cold wind came oncoming, and the door behind him also closed with a "touch".

The horns of the cars outside just now could not be heard at all, only the occasional sound of insects.Under the moonlight, it is not completely dark, but the appearance of the house and the shadow of the trees can be seen.

Qing Huan walked forward with a flashlight—it was so familiar, every road here seemed to have been walked many times—cloisters, patios, stone paths...

118 steps... It was also 118 steps just now. It's not that the two paths are the same length, but that he took the same path at all.

Qing Huan turned her head and saw a row of lanterns, not the lanterns hanging in the corridor, but a group of "people" walking towards her with lanterns. They couldn't see their faces clearly, but just saw that there were men and women in the figures. The colorful clothes seem to be all made in one shop - the style of this kind of clothing is the clothing depicted on the old paper figurines.Qing Huan stood leaning against the wall with arms folded, watching them pass by in front of her, and could hear the sound of paper shaking as they moved. Looking closely, they all had pale faces, blood-red lips, and dull eyes.

When they were far away, Qing Huan went in the opposite direction to them.

Step 206... In other words, you have already stepped out of that dead circle.

Where did the two little ghosts go?

Qing Huan continued to walk forward, and suddenly he saw a room with a light on, he walked over quickly, and pushed the door open impatiently.There is a smell of sandalwood in the air, and a row of bookshelves can be seen at a glance. This should be a study room.Qing Huan walked in, and there was a map spread out on the rosewood desk in the study. On the map was a tiger-head paperweight and a pen. It seemed that there was someone sitting behind the desk studying the map just now.The strange thing is that in addition to the big book case, there is a small desk in the study room, and a few books are neatly placed in front of the desk.Then there is a huanghuali imperial concubine couch, covered with bamboo brocade blankets, as if someone will rest on it at any time.

Qing Huan brushed the small desk with her hand, and a picture appeared in her mind——

The young man leaned on the small desk with his chin propped on his hands, looked at the man behind the desk, and asked, "Young Overseer, are you really going to fight?"

"En." The man's voice was low, his face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Many people will die in a war..." The young man was a little worried.

"I will protect you." The man replied, his voice had a reassuring power.

The young man smiled awkwardly: "I'm not afraid of death, I just don't want to see dead people... Young Overseer, can I not go to the battlefield?"

"No," the man paused and said firmly, "You have to stay by my side."

"But……"

"I will protect you." The man's tone was beyond doubt.

"..."

……

A gust of cold wind blew through, and Qing Huan's consciousness was pulled back, thinking of the two little ghosts who were still missing, she turned and left the study.

He didn't see that the light in the study went out instantly after he left.

"Wow!"

The sudden scream made Qing Huan quicken his pace, and he recognized that it was Chen Ziran's voice.

When Qing Huan found the two of them, they were already disgraced, and their appearance shocked them even more.

"What's the name of the ghost?" Qing Huan said helplessly.

After seeing the person clearly, the two breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you Qinghuan, why didn't you make a sound when you came out..."

"That's right, we thought it was..."

"You guys are brave enough to come to a place like this to test your guts?" Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "Okay, come with me."

"We have been wandering around for a long time, and we can't find the way out, and we can't even go back the original way..." Chen Ziran said.

Of course, how can I get out if I get lost when I encounter a ghost hitting the wall...

"That's right, Qing Huan, you would never have imagined what we saw just now..." Ji Zhiqiu also said.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go." Qing Huan stretched out his hand to pull him, Chen Ziran was stunned for a moment, and immediately grabbed his hand, Ji Zhiqiu's reaction was not as fast as his, and he took a moment to poke his lips.

Chen Ziran held Qing Huan's hand tightly, this feeling was so familiar, it seemed that last time, he was brought by such a person...

As Qing Huan walked forward, she warned softly: "Don't look back, and don't look at your feet."

Although Chen Ziran and Ji Zhiqiu were at a loss, they still obeyed obediently - they had a feeling that they just had to believe in Qinghuan.

All the way to the gate—the twists and turns that Qing Huan thought would happen did not appear, and she reached the gate smoothly.

Ji Zhiqiu went forward to open the door, but the door opened automatically. Ji Zhiqiu took a step back and smiled coyly: "The wind tonight...is really strong..." It's not convincing.

Chen Ziran looked at Qing Huan, but Qing Huan was expressionless, he pushed people out with each hand.When he stepped out of the threshold, he turned around and looked inside. Under the moonlight, in the main hall, far away, there was a man in an old military uniform standing there upright. His face was blurred and he couldn't see clearly. Looking at this, Qing Huan could feel that he was looking at her, motionless...

"bump--"

The door was closed.

Qing Huan stared at the closed door in a daze.

"Qing Huan, Qing Huan, Qing Huan..." Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran whispered in his ears.

Qing Huan came back to her senses and looked at the two of them: "You two brats, let people worry less in the future."

After speaking, he turned and walked forward.

Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran froze in place. After a while, Ji Zhiqiu realized first, and he chased after him: "Bai Qinghuan, what did you call me just now? Say it again! Say it again—"

Chen Ziran hurriedly ran to catch up: "Qing Huan, wait for me..."

In the Governor's Mansion shrouded in darkness and silence, the man looked up at the crippled moon until the moon was gradually covered by dark clouds, then turned around and walked slowly inside, his figure gradually faded away... only the riding boots The sound of "clack clack" echoed in the air...